Beneath the vast and endless sky, where acacia trees stand tall,
The drumbeats echo through the land, a rhythmic, ancient call.
From dawn till dusk the children play, with laughter pure and free,
Their voices blend with nature’s song, a joyful symphony.

The elders gather ’round the fire, their stories rich and deep,
Of ancestors and journeys long, of promises to keep.
Wisdom flows in gentle streams, through words of love and grace,
Binding hearts and souls as one, in this sacred, timeless space.

The fields of gold sway in the breeze, a dance of life and light,
While farmers toil with steady hands, from morning until night.
The earth gives forth its precious gifts, a bounty to be shared,
In vibrant markets filled with life, where community is paired.

As night descends with starry cloak, the world begins to dream,
Of brighter days and peaceful nights, beneath the moon’s soft gleam.
In unity and strength they stand, a tapestry of lives,
Weaving stories, hopes, and dreams, where African life thrives.